Jul 2012
Stop what you’re doing
Cut to
My old math teacher
The one who I saw at gay pride a few nights ago
Wearing neon rainbow fairy wings
And an open, white, feathered vest
And ***** shorts
And glitter
So much glitter
How even at a place where you are supposed to be wholly accepted
You can still find yourself comin’ up lonely
He stands to the side
Head down
Messing with the batteries for his glowing wand
As if once his whole ensemble is complete
He’ll be okay
I try not to watch
No one wants to be seen while changing the batteries
In their confidence
Cut to the next day
Where my friend Monica asks me to write a poem
About how god is a pointillist
We are both drunk
It his hot
Even though I don’t think I can do it
I say ok
Cut to the actual poem
Space is ******’ huge y’all
And from the distance of godliness
We form a complete picture
Like bleeding dots
Waiting to be human
How we probably smell as good as a perfume shop
From the distance of subtlety
And how the hate in our cacophony
Becomes a human white noise
How it all blends beautifully
How if we were created in god’s image
Then after 2000 years
In the cold blackness of space
He rests his head on his hands sleepily
And can only daydream about us
Because his sight and hearing have failed him
And as a collective
We represent an emotional spectrum
As big as his ego
And as large as the hole in his heart
All this has ever been about
Is finding ways not to feel so lonely
Cut to the molecules making me human
Cut to the bits of space dust that made us
The iron in our blood was once star parts
Step into this with every ounce of yourself
So I can hold you like water
Cut to the days that I get so ******* scared
That I have to think about friends just to sleep at night
Go ahead
Take a look at all my bits of broken
Stare holes into me
I promise
All my insecurities are placed where they’re supposed to be
So are yours
So are you
Cut to the grass under our feet
Being stomped flat by the dancing
Step into this
with every ounce of yourself
So I can hold you like water
So from the distance
Where bleeding dots blend
Into uniform color
Our chaos becomes trivial
I want you to know
it always has been
Because from whatever distance
We see each other from
Right here is where you belong
If it wasn’t
You wouldn’t be
Cut to
My old math teacher
The one who I saw at gay pride a few nights ago
Wearing neon rainbow fairy wings
And an open, white, feathered vest
And ***** shorts
And glitter
So much glitter
How even at a place where you are supposed to be wholly accepted
You can still find yourself comin’ up lonely
He stands to the side
Head down
Messing with the batteries for his glowing wand
As if once his whole ensemble is complete
He’ll be okay
I try not to watch
No one wants to be seen while changing the batteries
In their confidence
Cut to the next day
Where my friend Monica asks me to write a poem
About how god is a pointillist
We are both drunk
It his hot
Even though I don’t think I can do it
I say ok
Cut to the actual poem
Space is ******’ huge y’all
And from the distance of godliness
We form a complete picture
Like bleeding dots
Waiting to be human
How we probably smell as good as a perfume shop
From the distance of subtlety
And how the hate in our cacophony
Becomes a human white noise
How it all blends beautifully
How if we were created in god’s image
Then after 2000 years
In the cold blackness of space
He rests his head on his hands sleepily
And can only daydream about us
Because his sight and hearing have failed him
And as a collective
We represent an emotional spectrum
As big as his ego
And as large as the hole in his heart
All this has ever been about
Is finding ways not to feel so lonely
Cut to the molecules making me human
Cut to the bits of space dust that made us
The iron in our blood was once star parts
Step into this with every ounce of yourself
So I can hold you like water
Cut to the days that I get so ******* scared
That I have to think about friends just to sleep at night
Go ahead
Take a look at all my bits of broken
Stare holes into me
I promise
All my insecurities are placed where they’re supposed to be
So are yours
So are you
Cut to the grass under our feet
Being stomped flat by the dancing
Step into this
with every ounce of yourself
So I can hold you like water
So from the distance
Where bleeding dots blend
Into uniform color
Our chaos becomes trivial
I want you to know
it always has been
Because from whatever distance
We see each other from
Right here is where you belong
If it wasn’t
You wouldn’t be
